 Sorry about that panicked entry yesterday. Today the air is scoured clean. Things have settled down, inside and out. It was a little thrill to see that our pond muskrat has returned. I witnessed his little humped body, coarse brown fur, sleek and shiny wet, swirl down beneath the water like a breaching dolphin, heading under the cattails. I bathed in the songs and stirrings of sparrows, finches, grackles, phoebes, cardinals, crows, jays, red-winged blackbirds, and robins galore (I’m happy to count myself among their company). Some days I just want to be still and absorb every atmospheric sensation. My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 233: 99 words, TOTAL = 38,107; 21,893 remaining |
AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families. Archives
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